WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Friday, October 22, 2021
This will be a superior day. Each moment will be a first-class one, ready to give me the finest gifts possible. It’s like, right now at 5:10 a.m., I’m setting off on the finest adventure of my life, a unique escapade called “October 22, 2021”. From one point of view, it may be just an ordinary, average day, but from another, wider perspective, it will be a day of the highest quality, when each moment will be like a choice plum chosen just for me. My thoughts and feelings, whatever they might be, will be of vintage quality. Sad thoughts will be perfectly sad, and worries will be as if carefully chosen. When I’m sitting in a chair, even the sitting will be of the first order, and my wobbly walking from room to room at home will be wobbly in a flawless way. I simply can’t avoid greatness today. It’s built-in to each moment. Mastery is what this autumn day is made of, and I am part of it. How lucky can a 79-year-old dude get?
AN UPSCALE DAY One Wednesday, all the ball fields in town looked exalted, and the stylish trees beside his house seemed pleased to be stylish. Lofty feelings came to him side by side with prestigious thoughts. Even the dust on his desk was distinguished in the way it sat so silently and imposingly, and the streets near his house seemed superior to all others. On this day, he did a higher-level kind of sitting in his lazy-boy and looking out the window.
Three cairns on our sunroom windowsill …
… and sunset from our patio last night …